Caudale Moor and Hartsop Dodd
24th May 2007
Philip not golfing, Tony not fishing (or drinking like
one), Stan not banging people up and Bryanís hip working
again we had a good turn out.
pre-walk debate had been all about whether with had
ever climbed the Knott or not? Stan thought we
might have done on BB0605
but eventually we determined we had done it on BB0603
but it had not been clearly written up. Sorry
folks and amended version now published!
was limited so in the end it was decided
to tackle Caudale Moor from the top
of the Kirkstone Pass. It was
a damp misty day and we took the team picture
at the start, outside the Kirkstone Inn,
anticipating that there might be no more
me this outing had an added interest. This
climb had been the first I had done in recent
times (see BB04
on the way to Thornthwaite Beacon)
and I had found it very hard going. How
much had I improved since then?
Team picture at the Kirkstone Inn
need not have worried. The steepish ascent to
St Ravenís Edge was relatively painlessly achieved
and thereafter it was a middling sort of gradient up
to Caudale Moor. In fact, it is the sort
of terrain that seems best to suit me- itís probably
because I have little legs.
I slipped into a rhythm and before long I realised that
the others were falling away behind me. I could
hear the babble of two separate conversations but not
make out the words. I found it strangely comforting,
reminiscent of when I was a child and from my room I
could hear my mother and father chatting and laughing
in bed. I couldnít tell what they were saying
but I liked the sound.
picture at Stoney Cove Pike
long however I heard running and turned
to see Bryan steaming up the hill. I
am not sure if he had taken pity on Billy
No-mates or whether he was checking that
his hip really was back in top form.
regrouped at Stoney Cove Pike, which
is the high point of the moor where I took
another team picture to show the weather
had not improved, and then set off for our
second objective Hartsop Dodd.
we reached the shoulder, the weather started to clear
and so we stopped behind the shelter of a wall for a
coffee, which turned into an official lunch break. Tony
was amazed; it was only 11:45 and he hadnít even started
to complain. He was however mighty relieved as
he needed to eat early to prepare himself for the eveningís
challenge- he was going for a personal best: a
solo effort at a kilo of Jersey Royals! Boiled,
glimpse of Hartsopp Dodd
Water and Ullswater
Hartsopp Dodd there were increasingly
good views down to the valley with Ullswater
coming into view beyond Brothers Water.
Stan and Philip were still lagging behind
descent to the valley, direttisimo of course,
was remarkably steep (see route profile
below) and as the grass was damp a bit of
care was needed.
did suggest to Bryan that perhaps a glissade
was in order (a fancy name for sliding down
on your bum) but he warned that the problem
was that you would not be able to stop.
Hartsopp Dodd summit post
regrouped at the bottom and set off to find the footpath
up Kirkstone Pass. After only a minute,
Stan and Philip were again 100 yards behind. We
checked to see if they were holding hands but no. Were
they turning into girlies or what? We discovered
subsequently that they were putting the world to rights
with such fervour that it made walking at the same time
wall was found behind which to hide from the stragglers
whilst we had afternoon tea but Tony spoiled the fun
and called to them as they ambled past.
route left the road and crossed a field to a bridge
that was being guarded by a mean looking bull with several
cows and their calves. Now, I know that if there
is one thing more dangerous than a bull in a field,
itís a cow with her calf so faced with this combination,
to me, the sensible thing to do was to skip across the
stream- the risk of a dousing is far terrifying less
than the risk of a goring. However the others
are made of braver stuff and they passed right in front
of the noses of the beasts without problem. But
then, I was the one wearing red.
climb up Kirkstone Pass was longer
and more tedious than I remembered until
Stan pointed out that we hadnít actually
done it before and that what I thought I
remembered was in fact Dunmail Raise!
passed the Kirk Stone and reached
the Kirkstone Inn at last but opted
not to go inside as a busload of Germans
had just got there before us. Just what
they would have made of the Lake District
on such a day I donít know. Instead,
we set off home for an early bath.
in Tonyís case, no doubt, a hour of spud
24th May 2007
Distance: 7.3 Miles
climbed: 2,310 feet (Anquet / Harveys)
Caudale Moor (Stoney Cove Pike), Hartsop
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